She was born to be an empress. Beauty like immortal, talented in many aspects and a great politician. She married to the crown prince at the age of 11. Engendered two heirs for the kingdom. She really lives a perfect life. Shining crown and beautifully embroidered gown. Tingling hairpins on her head doesn't make her happy. Is it too greedy to ask for more? Is it insolent to say that she's unpleased with her life? Because the emperor never looked at her. Because he doesn't favor her, her days are full of sorrow. All she ever wanted is him.

He doesn't care? She doesn't care either. In fact stay far away and she would be happy. He doesn't love her? Doesn't matter, she has better things to do than daydreaming about love from her cold detached husband anyway. He doesn't welcome her? Too bad, The Emperor is the one decree the marriage. He love another? Well let him pamper other then. Then come the news, he was almost assassinated! She sigh. Fine, she will nurse him back to health. She thinks it is still in the scope of her responsibility as the main wife, even though she does not feel like one. She does not realize when he finally wake up, his gaze toward her is different from the past. It was filled with confusion, bemusement, and a bit of affection. *This is an original story and was not a translation. Any kind of feedback is truly appreciated :) **The cover was not mine and all credit goes to the artist. I was only borrowing and add some words in the picture.